Bucket List

Clark rose from a dream to the sound of his wife’s voice.

“It’s time to get up Honey,

you don’t want to be late for the reunion.”

He sighed and rolled over in bed.

The reunion – that was the last thing he wanted to go to.

He had lost touch with the guys in The League,

retired years ago after Homeland Security

started taking care of business.

He hadn’t worn a cape in years

and scarcely fit into his tights.

The Daily Planet had folded

along with all the other print newspapers.

He and Lois had gotten married

and faded from the public eye,

quietly living the good life in the country.

It was driving him crazy.

What was he going to talk about

with the guys in The League anyway?

They all had their damned bucket lists.

Things like sky diving into Borneo without a parachute,

climbing K-2 without shoes,

sailing around the Horn on a sunfish,

going over Niagara Falls without a barrel,

wrestling a grizzly bear with hands tied behind your back.

There was a time

he could have done all of those things

in one day in his sleep,

but now they felt as out of reach

as winning the Iditarod

with a team of Cocker Spaniels.

He wondered if Wonder Woman

would be at the reunion.

Wonder Woman – Now THERE was something for a bucket list!

He wondered if she was still hot,

hopefully aging a little more gracefully.

He felt guilty for even thinking about her.

Hell, a man can keep his feelings to himself

and his stomach sucked in for only so many years.

He whistled a little tune as he looked in the closet for his cape

He didn’t want to be late.